“We’ll be safe here,” Dan said.
“Right,” Donna said, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice. “For how long?”
“I don’t know,” Dan admitted. “We made it through the night, didn’t we?”
“What’s up with the flare?” Donna asked. “Are you trying to lead them here?”
Dan put down the flare and walked up behind Donna, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, comforted by his touch.
“I won’t let them hurt you.” Then ripping off his mask, he said, “But they found me last night, Donna. Now you’re all mine. Sorry about that.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Jenni Jones.